Number 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey
That is the address of Harry Potter in the books. Yes, everyone who's read the books and even remotely liked it know this place. This is where I am. Why? I have no idea. All I know is that I'm pretty sure these inhuman people deserve to be sent to prison for child abuse.
Also being ten years old again is far from okay. I was in my mid-twenties when I ended up in the body of a five-year-old Harry Potter. I've been putting up with these gits for far too long and I have been planning for the letter that will set me free. Squirreling away any money I can find. Yes, I stole money from Vernon. No, I don't feel bad about it. He's more whale than human so I don't feel bad about it.
Going through the motions of making these gits breakfast every morning. I managed to at least sneak food into my mouth without anyone noticing by remaining solely focused on cooking quickly and quietly. Since I, unlike Harry know how to handle abuse and how to minimize it.
Due to the routine I keep to Vernon and Petunia have been content to leave me to do things. Embodying the notion of being seen but not heard unless specifically asked to speak. Due to this I have suffered less. I've received far fewer thrashings at the hands of Vernon and less annoyed looks from Petunia.
The sound of the mail flap clicking closed made me pause on my way to giving Vernon his coffee when he asked for it. Each and every day I quietly hope that today could be the day I get the letter. I pour Vernon his coffee and head towards the door to get the post just like I do every morning. Picking it up off the floor I skim each and every one until one that feels vastly different on my fingers. I smirk looking at what I was waiting for this whole time. To think it would show up more than a month beforehand on the 13th of June. No wonder why Vernon went absolutely ballistic about getting the letters. It happened every single day for over a month.
I open the small door to my room and toss the letter inside without a sound. I will read it later, using what I know of the series I will run off to Charing Cross road. Finding the Leaky Cauldron shouldn't be too difficult. I haven't got much but I do know I can make it there. Not like the Dursley's will actually report me missing anyway. They still want me out of the picture, and I want the same.
Saturday, June 15th is when I got everything for my escape in place. I packed up the best hand me downs I had in a backpack the night before with the letter and the money I snatched from Vernon. With Vernon at work, Dudley at a friend's house, and Petunia focused on the tele it makes for the perfect time to scurry off. I had come inside to use the bathroom to have a good excuse stop doing yardwork. I grabbed the bag and made a break for it.
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Getting to Charing Cross Road took longer than expected. It took almost all day, and I'm bone tired. Shifting my hair to cover my scar and take off my glasses I head inside the Leaky Cauldron. I can make it to Diagon Alley and to Gringotts. Once I'm in Gringotts I can exchange the money I have with Galleons. I might even be able to get ahold of the Potter account manager. If I can see about getting my vault key from whoever has a hold of it.
Thankfully I didn't have to wait long for the goblin behind the huge important desk to stop writing and look down at me from his seat. I can see why they do it. They don't want to look up at wizards all the time. I don't blame them, a lot of wizards are racist gits.
"Greeting sir, I hope your enemies bleed plenty and your pockets overflow of gold." I say with a slight bow.
The look the goblin had was a sharp toothed smile. I'm unsure as to it's meaning but I hope it was a good enough greeting.
"It is rare a wizard greets us by our custom. What is it that Gringotts can do for you?"
"I would like to speak to my family account manager, and have a few other things done that require a level of security and discretion."
"Very well." Picking up a bell on the desk the goblin rings it. A few moments pass and another goblin a younger one approached and bowed to the older goblin and spoke in some language I had no hope of understanding. They spoke to one another for a minute.
"Follow me wizard." I gave a slight bow to the older goblin before following after the younger one down several hallways and into a rather refined looking room. A table with a few chairs, two of which were sized appropriately for ease of use for goblins I could only assume. I was proven correct when the goblin i had followed got in one of the chair and gestured for me to take a seat.
Taking a seat across from the goblin they grabbed a dagger from a pocket and a piece of parchment from another. Placing both on the table they clear their throat.
"I am Silver Claw, the one in charge of determining lineage here at Gringotts. All you have to do is use this knife her to get three drops of blood on this parchment. It will tell us several things we will need to know since you came to us seeking discretion and secrecy."
"If I may ask, what exactly will show up on it?" I was genuinely curious, if it could tell me certain things I could use it to take steps towards several different goals. Primarily getting Sirius Black out of prison and when that happens I can go to 12 Grimmauld Place. It's good that I know of it. Meaning it's not currently under the fidelius charm.
"This tells us who you are, what vaults are under your name, and to what if any houses you have ownership or are in line for."
I nod picking up the knife I slice my thumb and drop three drops of my blood on the parchment. I will find out just what Harry Potter had and didn't know about due to Dumbledore being a manipulative git.